NATIONAL POETRY MONTH
The Magic of Poetry
A Poem
Published in
Apr 20, 2024
Poetry is like the moon
on steroids,
a crimson sunset,
charcoal
tangled clouds.
Words can be dangerous
if left unattended,
fed to the lions
or fueled by a crowd.
A sonnet, enchanted,
or haiku allowed
can be lost in the margins
or wrapped in a shroud.
The night is like darkness,
the muse well endowed,
with words left unraveled,
polished
and ploughed.
© Connie Song 2024. All Rights Reserved.
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